POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 29]

While you had a moment alone with Asuga looking curiously from the bed across the room, you sighed and covered your face. Dragging your palms down in despair.

"He may look good doing it but your daddy's acting like a jackass," you complained to your pet, flopping down on the bed so you could curl up around her.

She was so small and fuzzy. So young, all she seemed to want to do was sleep on the heated blanket underneath her. She just purred, rolling onto her back and holding onto your hand with her little paws while you stroked the fur on her belly.

With your words suspended in the air around you, you grew heavy on the shoulders, pushing up to lean on your hip and look down at the material of your shorts. Even saying those words, you felt bad. It wasn't how you felt at all, you felt strange. Conflicted.

Your chest squeezing uncomfortably every time you thought of the worst. Then your thoughts turned to these last few weeks. Your first meeting, that next morning at the dining table where he proposed your astute position as his sugarbaby. Every act of generosity, kindness and respect. The lingering glances and gentle touches.

He'd been too good to you, better than you deserved, and with that intrusive thought; your guilt returned. You chest stayed tight as you fished your phone out of the cardigan pocket, swiping it open and straight to the banking app.

Instantly your guilt was validated, what once would have filled you with joy filled you with dread. Your suspicions confirmed.

Truly, you'd lost track of every day with Yoongi. The life he'd shown you a glimpse of was ever busy, but the dates confirmed every payment. Dating all the way back to your first outting; he hadn't missed a single day. Your heart sunk, your changing emotions leaving you feeling as if you were taking advantage.

You had to do something about it, you had to find a way to give it back. Or more frighteningly, tell him how you felt.

The knock across the room snatched your attention from your phone and you locked it quickly as you sat up properly; just in time for the door to open. Yoongi looked somber, quietly letting himself in and closing the door behind him.

"He's gone," he told you awkwardly, walking carefully towards you incase you lashed out again. The look on his face, the tension in his body, he looked like he was a little clueless on how to approach you, or the situation. Stoking your growing frustrations.

"Great," you commented glumly, moving your gaze down to the sweet little kitten sleeping soundly, without a single worry. Kind of like her daddy.

"He thinks we should talk," he tried and you lifted your head vaguely in recognition.

"You don't want to talk about it Yoongi, I'm not going to make you."

You'd learnt your lesson the first time. You don't push Min Yoongi on subjects he wasn't willing to open up about.

"—Not about the plan," he cut in, firm but cautious. That made you look up, emotions guarded by your intentionally unreadable expression.

"I don't know what your talking about," you shook your head lightly, his gaze holding yours hostage despite so badly wanting to look away and mask whatever he saw there.

"Oh I think you do," he smirked wistfully, finally breaching the bedroom's open French doors to sit and face you on the bed. Now his eyes fell to Asuga, gaze something close to loving. "You made quite the exit, Hoseok was impressed," he was still smirking when he looked back at you, mild amusement lighting his dark eyes.

"You're hard to get through to," you sassed, feeling comfortable enough to do so since you'd already shown your cards to the unfairly perceptive man.

"Tell me something I don't know—" he chortled before becoming serious, "but I see this is affecting you,"